Transitioning from summer to autumn is absolutely brutal.

It is difficult to be inspired by the change to fall while just coming off of the thrill of summer. One goes from thriving in the daily sunshine and upper-seventy degree warmth to a groan-worthy chill in the air and a stack of homework. I read so many peoples’ comments on how much they love fall or Halloween or just bearing a coat to there whereabouts. But I am trapped in a seasonal depression where the thriving life of summer collides instantaneously with the wrath of cold trends and hard work. Rain is surprisingly my utter weakness. Perchance I could come to embrace the enjoyable side of bundling up for the brisk daily temperatures, but weighing out the annoying decision between a raincoat or umbrella and walking to class or biking really shoots down my sense of fun in autumn or winter. Rain puts a dampener on everything for me.

Look at the life during summer. Day-by-day passes and the routine of t-shirts and shorts becomes so natural, and the trips to Starbucks for an iced drink and some Boggle seemed so perfect. Going to work on a regular basis was the tough of the time, but glancing back it was rather a joy. There are so many aspects of summer that sulk in their own rhythm of happiness, but autumn and winter, in my opinion, beg to be loved.

I suppose it’s the whole stigma of going back to school that sends these seasons into a bitter spin. But beyond that, I truly do have a desire to enjoy these times, but coming off of the high known as summertime, these days of earlier sunsets and dramatically cooler days accompanied by classes, homework, and the other miscellaneous difficulties in life leave me in this longing for past times where all I want to do is drift away.

Goodbye summer; Until next time.